Your
Mother Is Always With You
“Your Mother
is always with you. She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the
street.
She’s the
smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of live
itself.
She’s the
cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well.
She’s your
breath in the air on a cold winter’s day.
She is the
sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow; she is
Christmas morning.
Your mother
lives inside your laughter.
She’s the
place you came from, your first home, and she’s the map you follow with every
step you take.
She’s your
first love, your first friend, even your first enemy;
but nothing
on earth can separate you - not time, not space, not even death.”
~ Unknown
From “Grief
the Unspoken” blogspot
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